15.10.08

My half cracked poetessSits wondering in the window frameShe’s been sitting there since breakfastI can tellAs her coffee cup and kelloggs bowl remain in positionsThat are categorically and quite pointedly the same

She riddles and she rhymesDisplays knowledge from so many different timesSmiles,Then knocks it off her face with an existential frownIn her reveries of graceAnd knotted words behind her brow

Who knows what she’ll be thinkingBy the time we go to bedHer nipples squealing Byron and a Bronte between her legsYesMy half cracked poetessHas pondered thought awayShe’s also learning the accordionBut I’ll leave that for another day

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